Today is 8dp5dt, I'm bleeding and looking down at yet another BFN. After a 2-year TTC journey that's seen us go through 4 IVF rounds, 3 IUIs, 2 clinics and one devastating miscarriage, we're officially throwing in the towel.
Thank you so much for everyone who has supported me on this forum for the last 8 months. You're all absolute warriors and I wish you nothing but peace and joy, no matter the outcome of your journeys.
I'll leave you with a poem I wrote this week.
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What if what you want doesn't come with the ease of the tide?
Or slip beneath the sheets and nestle inside
of that space you've held so patiently?
What if it stings? Like the point of a needle, like paper cuts on the shards of a broken promise.
What if it swallows you whole? Days lost in the belly of grief. Spitting you out raw and blistered in acidic shame.
What if it scars? Fights so violently in your grasp. Makes the soft parts hard, ribs too sore to laugh.
(What if you can't touch it at all?)
When all you've known is struggle, all red palms and white knuckles. And if it won't come willingly. And it won't come peacefully.
What if
you
let go?